Again

Yesterday, my eyes 

caught the glowing white 

of two swans, flying low and silent.  

Later, a pileated woodpecker soaring, 

black wings wide, bright red head

a flag among barren trees. 

Last night I heard an owl

calling long, deep notes, 

then a pause, finishing in a series 

of quick soft hoots. I fell asleep 

in the forest's answering quiet. 

This morning, a day glow sun rose 

streaking pink into deep gray above

 the lunar landscape of late Winter.

It's like this. 

The world goes on. We can 

choose beauty again and again 

and again.